I Don't Give A (feat. Nicki Minaj)

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

Wake up ex-wife

This is your life

Children on your own

Turning on the telephone

Messengers, manager

No time for a manicure

Working out, shake my ass

I know how to multi-task

Connecting to the Wi-Fi

Went from nerd to superb

Have you seen the new guy?

I forgot the password

Gotta call the babysitter

Tweetin' on the elevator

I could take a helicopter

I don't even feel the pressure

I'm gonna be OK

I don't care what the people say

I'm gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right

I'm moving fast can you follow my track?

I'm moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don't give a

You were so mad at me

Who's got custody

Lawyers suck it up

Didn't have a pre-nup

Make a film, write a song

Gotta get my stockings on

Meet the press, buy the dress

All of this to impress

Ride my horse, break some bones

Take it down a semitone

I forgot to say my prayers

Baby Jesus on the stairs

Gotta sign a contract

Gotta get my money back

All the biters have to go

Standing in the front row

I'm gonna be OK

I don't care what the people say

I'm gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right

I'm moving fast can you follow my track?

I'm moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don't give a

I tried to be a good girl

I tried to be your wife

Diminished myself

And I swallowed my light

I tried to become all

That you expect of me

And if it was a failure

I don't give a

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

I don't give a fu-u-u-u

(NICKI RAP)

Shots fire

Anything you hear Nicki on, that's fire

You don't hear them bums or nothin', that's fire

Tell 'em, catch buyer

In the Bugatti ten years and one tire

Ayo Madonna, maybe I say you original don dada

In that, yeah Gabbana, and the, yeah Prada

We material girls, ain't nobody hotter'

See I really can't relate to your Volvo

And you can't get these shoes at the Aldo

When I let a dude go, that's his loss

I was cutting them checks, I was his boss!

Yo, I don't give a fuck

Curse nor bless you, never let them stress you

I ain't a businesswoman, I'm a business, woman!

And I'm known for giving bitches the business, woman

I'm gonna be OK

I don't care what the people say

I'm gonna be alright

Gonna live fast and I'm gonna live right

I'm moving fast can you follow my track?

I'm moving fast and I like it like that

I do ten things all at once

And if you have a problem

I don't give a

There's only one queen

And that's Madonna

Bitch!

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